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Its
Sometimes for me
This from my soul and heart nobody write my rhymes for me
Bitch I'm a hunnit ima need shorty a dime at least
It's like I'm lost but paid the cost so now I'm finding me it's complicated
But I'm doin it
All my dreams and my passions I'm perusing it
God gave me this gift
I ain't abusing it
Misusing it
My soul is what music is
Vision lucrative
It's
I know it's hard sometimes
It was nights I didn't see me getting far sometimes
I speak my life ya favorite rapper probably bought his lines
They jellin' off us probably never even saw a crime
Shit get
But I'm use to pain
I use my brain
Filter the phoniness the real remain
I'm still wit gang
Goldenbricks was off the pills wit gang
Them bills had came
Mama stressing we instilled wit pain
It's
Yea I know nigga
You was probably in that field and had to blow nigga
I was out there by myself I ain't have no niggas
I had a knot but I was tryna get my rolls bigger
So I started trappin
Everybody used to laugh had to adjust my fashion
I remained humble never been the type to do the braggin
But when I cop my moms a whip I might just do the Aston
Vroom skrt skrt
When we sliding out
Hit the gang we riding out
The hood is dying out
I hear a mama crying now
Her baby hiding out
Police doing investigations use ya mind and bounce
It's
But they the slave masters
Try to beat you wit a stick then put on chains after
Cuffs was tight around my wrists I won't the same after
It's so much pain behind the funny shit this ain't laughter
It's
And that's real shorty
I might test you and go broke see if you still for me
I ain't no killer I got niggas that'll kill for me
I ain't a rapper cuz the rappers I know still bore me
But I had to leave
I knew that I was gonna grow just had to plant the seed
Rainy days turn dirt to mud but it don't damage leaves
I'm branching off that's just the explanation of a tree
It's
Soon you'll understand
I just want bands in my hands wrapped in rubber bands
You gotta get it on your own don't need another man
You just need God and yourself yea that's a loving hand
But ima run it up I gotta get my bag right
I need the bread even the first and the last slice
The shit was molded before I got to the last slice
Be in the moment you don't wanna live up in that fast life
It's
Sometimes for me
This from my soul and heart nobody write my rhymes for me
Bitch I'm a hunnit ima need shorty a dime at least
It's like I'm lost but paid the cost so now I'm finding me It's
But I'm doing it
All my dreams and my passions I'm pursuing it
God gave me this gift
I ain't abusing it
Misusing it
My soul is what music is
Vision lucrative nigga

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